Leaves play tag in the breeze
as cars chase green lights.
I am the only stillness
in the city this hour.
Living without permission
no need to ask, “Am I allowed?”
The leaves don’t ask to dance
down the sidewalk.
I grant myself this moment
this sunlight soak before
winter darkness.
© Ali Grimshaw 2017
flashlight batteries - Ali Grimshaw 
A beautiful time of the year. Beautifully written.
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Thank you for your kind response.
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Lovely!
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Thank you Maria.
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this sunlight soak…
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Thank you Kirsten.
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Beautifully expressed.
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Thank you Magarisa.
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You’re welcome, Ali.
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Love this! I truly could picture the leaves scattering about🍂🍂
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“This sunlight soak before winter darkness.”
Wonderful line!
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Thank you Kaylaan. I appreciate hearing from you.
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You’re welcome, it’s truly a superb line
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“The leaves don’t ask to dance along the sidewalk”. So profound
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Thank you for this.
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